Chronicles of Quarantine # 1
My third day of quarantine, since last Saturday the Government of the Nation declared a state of alarm. As usual - for some reason some of Don Quixote's blood runs through my veins - he caught me with his ass in the air. Or what amounts to the same thing: with the remodeling of my house halfway.
Refugee in my brother's house, every time I go out to the terrace to smoke a cigarette, I think of Don Quixote and looking around me, I am aware that there are giants to fight, but unfortunately, they are much more evolved than the mills devised by don Miguel de Cervantes and use invisibility as their main weapon. Therefore, in this uneven fight, I can't help but feel like Gary Cooper - only in the face of danger.
When he has been locked up for so many hours, what at first you thought could be an opportunity to calmly put your things in order, becomes, it is difficult to say, and it may also be hard to believe, in a horrible routine, which threatens another type of virus, less aggressive, but metaphorically deadly, known in medieval times as the Meridian Devil: despair or laziness.
Even so, fortunately I have the computer with me and a good collection of files, both written and photographic, with which I can cast a solitary metaphor for the worlds of memory and do well the saying that which says, that the one who is not consoled is because he doesn't want to.
Although incomplete, in my files on Madrid, I find again the photographs I took on May 1 of last year, when walking freely on the street, was also part of those peaceful demonstrations, commemorating Labor Day, which filled of murmurs, voices and colorful one of the main arteries of Madrid, such as the Paseo del Prado, until ending at that formidable sculpture of Cibeles, goddess of the Underworld, executed by Francisco Gutiérrez and Roberto Michel, based on designs by Ventura Rodríguez . Of course, today so unusually lonely, that it is hard to believe and I even console myself thinking that perhaps it is a movie, like when Alex de la Iglesia managed to free the Gran Vía from people and cars, to take some scenes from his movie El Beast day.
From this walk and of course from the Prado Museum, I keep a curious anecdote: the congregation of people in front of the statue of Velázquez. I remember that I got the impression, not that they were protesting rights that until not so long ago were brutally repelled by those same security forces that now supposedly watch over us to keep us in our homes away from this bloody pandemic, but that in In reality, they were queuing up to be immortalized by that great Master of Painting of our Golden Age, whom Salvador Dalí boasted of having been the only one to find the numerical key that he used in most of his paintings, including, of course, those Meninas, who are purely ugly and attractive.
I wonder if there will be a demonstration this May 1st, which seems so close, after what is falling and what fell on March 8. I doubt it. As I doubt that from now on the romanticism of Sergio Dalma will be put into practice, when he sang that of dancing together is to dance. Call me frivolous, but I think that after what is falling on us - and I was laughing years ago, when I saw movies like the Andromeda threat - the headache will be more than justified in many bedrooms and paracetamol will become a good so precious, as it currently seems to be the role of the toilet.
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Perhaps there will not be a demonstration on May 1 this year, but I really hope that the quarantine will not be very strict and it will be possible to go at least for a walk.
No, I do not think that at least here in Spain the May Day will be celebrated massively, nor will there be Easter at the end of this month of March. Things are difficult and possibly the worst part will come later, with a million more unemployed, businesses that have collapsed ... in short, the economy is at risk. But you are right and within this global disgrace, we always have hope and optimism. We usually say, here in Spain, that there is no evil that lasts a hundred years and no body that resists it. This will happen and after the lesson learned, of course, friend @tadt, we will smile again, we will walk again and we will retake the most precious we have: our lives. Thank you very much for your comment and a big hug in the distance.
Oh no, unemployment and business problems are not very frightfully. We here in Russia survived the collapse of the country in the 1990s. There was no work, there was no money, there were no products in the stores. But this is something that you can change if you take some action. It may not be very easy for some time, but we will solve economic problems, I am sure.
Quite so! Big hug:)
Of course, maybe this will teach us a good lesson: that of living according to our possibilities and not splurging like Arab sheikhs. Because we also have another saying in Spain that says: there is no evil that does not come for good.